Well, they ain't gonna make a movie About a couple of fools like us No one's gonna write a book about our little love You don't get your picture on the
I can see clear through your thoughts some times I know I can When you say you need more time And you think that I'll under stand Well you can put your
Ruby's shoes would take her A mile or so to school every day Where the white people hated her They'd scream and hold signs and tell her to go away But
It?s late enough, all your kids should be home The policeman says as he takes your beer for his own You remember, wondering what his wife thought About
Someone was cryin? and the bells rang Then I don?t remember a thing You were talkin? but the words came From somebody else Someone said kiss her and
She lives a few doors down Says she wants you to take her out Have some coffee somewhere Just some coffee You saw her around in the parking lot And any
Understated overrated site Carnival ride Curtains fadin' Tread bill rugs real nice The baby stayed up all night How wonderful rhinestones On black satin
Well, she lives a few doors down Says she wants you to take her out Have some coffee somewhere - just some coffee You saw her out in the parking lot And
I went to high school with that kid He was even strange back then The type whose eyes don't leave the floor - blend in with the cement Well, I felt so
Someone was crying and the bells ring Then I don't remember a thing You were talking but the words came - from somebody else Someone said kiss her and
I can fall in love in the middle of the afternoon With the TV blaring in the very next room I fall in love again at the end of a raging fight The kind
Well, I?ve been thinkin?, like you?ve been drinkin? But, I know thinkin? is the last thing on your mind. But, I?ve been hopin?, to get this out in the
You never woke up beside a stranger But you never spent the night alone In your jacket is a flask of Southern Comfort In your pocket you got a comb, I
Well, I left your life by the side of the road I got a clear conscience, decoded the code Your bags are packed, you're already gone That's the last you
All the geeks from high school go on to become rock stars All the others reach their peak and then don't know who they are You can always find them at
They're building up big houses Back behind the school Where we used to drink our beer on Friday nights And pretend that we were lovers in your car We
Well I've come to know the look on your face When you're lying about where you've been Or how much you spent I know when you will raise your fingers